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here, at least, the only "independent" thing was the cat staging a daring jailbreak. Yoko, true to her paranoia, has followed the instructions of the rescue (where we got the Blotchy Beast) to the letter... which includes not allowing it to run free. the logic here, so i have found, it that cats do "serious detriment to the bird population" or some other godforsaken wind-chimed patchouli-saturated (and i used to like patchouli) enviro-nazi rationale. i mean, this is the country, where cats are imported for abandoning at barns, to live a relatively content life. Jesus H. tapdancing Christ. so instead, it gets leashed to the arborvitae tree (call the enviro-nazis! and the ArborDayFoundation!)... because due to its apartment-cat syndrome, it'd tear the place apart, otherwise. now this is my bad. i used the angle-grinders extensively whilst removing paint in the backyard (restoring the porch glider, my anniversary present).
kitty, it seems, has issues with loud noises... hence, the shaking of the shackles and subsequent dash for freedom. i had no idea there was a crisis going on until Yoko asked me what i did with the cat. Uh-oh. she stomped her way across the yard, vowing to "send it back where it came from", then marched down the driveway on the hunt, with brimstone in her wake. i figured it'd return as soon as it found a break in the action. which it did, appearing from nowhere, flopping on the porch, panting, mightily. ...and i went back to grinding, anyway. until i looked like a coalminer. or a gargoyle.
you'd think this would be the end of the jolly festivities. you would be incorrect. i'd promised, earlier, to drive to CVille for their display of FreedomExplosions. despite being heat-addled from exertion, i checked the gas gauges in the various vehicles until i found one willing (meaning i didn't have to buy any petrol on the plastic), and off we went. nearly there, SlickWillie called on the moblie... to an audible sigh in the passenger seat. we'd not even talked since Saturday, but he and the Contessa were already parked with a space saved for us and a good vantage point if we were coming, . in a perfect world, this would have been a pleasant surprise. but, no. trying to keep peace, i told her that we hadn't planned this (though he mentioned the possibility to her two days ago). "couldn't you just feel this was going to happen?" she spat. my psychic radar not as keen, i did not. nor did i imagine the world would come to an end, either (though NASAmight be working on it). so, she stood apart, arms folded, silent. the same attitude on the way home. you may fuck me, now.
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